Page 6 of Havoc
“You’re my what?” I have to try hard to keep my voice at an even tone.
“I work with Chrissy. I actually went through a break up a couple weeks ago and she said she’d set me up with a friend of hers, you.” Her hand plays with her hair as she looks over at me expectantly.
Are you fucking kidding me?
My phone dings in my pocket.
Chrissy: I told you I’d be telling you where I see us going. This is it. You dating someone else and me…not ‘dating’ someone else. Have fun!
I can feel the anger rising in my body like the ocean at high tide. “I’m sorry, Jessie.”
“It’s Jackie,” she says her annoyance obvious.
“Right. That was one of my brothers and there is an issue I need to go help him handle. Good to meet you.” I stand up and almost run to my bike. If she thinks this little stunt will work, she’s got another thing coming.
I pull out of the parking lot headed straight for her apartment. This calm conversation just became a whole new monster. Her place is only five minutes from the diner and I get there in less than three.
Pressing the buzzer, I wait for an answer, each second feeling like an hour.
“Hey! How much do I owe you?” Her voice pours through the speaker having no idea that it’s me on the other side.
A car pulls up and a young kid climbs out holding a brown paper bag. “That food for 208?” I nod toward him.
“Yea. You order?”
I nod pulling a couple twenties out of my pocket. “Keep the change.”
“Damn, thanks man.” He hands the bag to me.
“Hellllooooo. You have my food or not?” Chrissy’s voice sounds again.
I press the buzzer doing my best to disguise my voice. “Yea, it’s $25.87.” Jesus Christ, she spent a lot of money on food.
“Okay, I’ll buzz you in.” I open the door and head up to her place. Standing to the side of the peephole, I knock on the door.
“Here you go, keep the—” her sentence drops when she sees me standing there.
Without waiting for her to say a word, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder. Taking a few steps in I kick the door closed.
“Put me down, you big ape.” Her fists hit my back and its almost laughable that she thinks she’s hurting me.
Then I feel the stinging of her teeth biting into my flesh. “Shit!” I drop the bag of food and pull her down in front of me. My mouth presses against hers and for each step she takes in retreat I match it, holding her to me. She stops when her back hits the kitchen counter. Pulling away, my teeth drag over her bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood faint.
“You asshole.” Her hands push against my chest.
“I thought you like it rough?” I laugh and her eyes catch fire.
“Did you not get the message? I thought it’d been loud and clear.” Her arms cross over her chest.
“See the thing is…” I dip my head, my lips pressing against the curve of her neck. “I had a whole different message I wanted to give you.” My teeth nip her skin tracing a line to her collarbone and she relaxes against me. “You want to hear it?”
Her deep breathing fills the space.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want this.” My tongue darts out tracing the v of her shirt.
“Shit, yes.” She almost moans her answer.
My hands grip her hips lifting her onto the counter. I take a few steps back wanting to look at her sitting there. Her legs spread, beads of sweat starting to form on her soft skin, the look of lust in her eyes. “Take off your clothes.”
